I’ve come bearing gifts. Wine in one hand, My soul in the other, I’ve come to offer myself up to you. I’ve bathed in holy waters,...

When we swayin' on the dance floor, hair free and hips wide, I feel you on my waist. Soft but commandin'. When we playin' in naps and...

On warm nights I often think of the feel of you. I twirl the taste of you with my tongue. Let the memory of your touch Caress the small...

The scent came before the sight. Metallic. Hot. Unavoidable. She imagined it was the scent of war. When her thick blood painted the...

“You’ll remember the first time forever.” The words cascade off your mother’s lips gracefully and fall into your ears. Forever. You...

In summer I am fire. I am passion. And pain. And the feel of your fingertips on the crown of my head. I breathe into you—out of you—...

On warm Sundays we dress and undress Ourselves for Service. We make a church out of our bathroom, Turn sinks into altars, Oil into...